The Evergreen Mountain Range unfolded beneath them like a massive scar etched into the earth.
From above, its vastness was overwhelming. Endless ridges folded into one another, resembling the scales of a slumbering dragon, their jagged spines slicing through the landscape with brutal indifference.
Forests stretched for hundreds of kilometers, interrupted only by cliffs, ravines, and barren plateaus where vegetation had long since succumbed to raw mana saturation.
Mist clung to the valleys like decaying breath, while distant peaks faded into layers of cloud, their true heights obscured even from the heavens.
From this aerial perspective, the mountain range felt more than just terrain; it pulsed with life. Mana currents surged through it in slow yet violent tides, unseen but unmistakable, warping the air in subtle distortions that bent light and blurred distances.
